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2021-02-10T15:47:21-05:00February 13th, 2021|Musings on life|

Just a mole

The mole at the back of my neck
turned out to be
just a mole

and not death
crouching inside me

and yet for a few days
the fear that sloshed
inside me like acid

also cranked my senses wider
than they had ever been

so that warmth of my daughter’s back
my son’s legs dangled over a chair
my husband’s kind blue eyes
the envelope of wind

became a cascade of perfect gifts,
simple moments that I pressed
into the softest part of my heart
with a desperate gratitude

and it is clear
that all that matters now
is learning how to live

as though I might not.

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